Day 2: Meet the Bumblefucks

Waking up in a strange place is one thing, but waking up in a strange country is something else. Norwalk, Connecticut, timber-clad New England houses, Stars & Stripes outside most every house... a far cry from Old England and my own brick-built home, no flags though...

But it's all exciting nonetheless...

She gets me up to home-baked scones, English tea and meeting BBFK's mini-me (morning Noel) making Mr Potato Head, dressing up as a fireman, watching Toy Story... WTF is going on? In a Big Country but immersed in the world of the little people...

Then I'm bundled into a car, sitting in the place where the steering wheel should be... the same place where I was dozing last night, racing along the Interstate 95, in darkness... now it's light it's even more strange and we zip past the Jesus Deli and road trip to Rochester...

Connecticut is nice... all trees and winding roads... opening up into New York state, a place of incredible hills... there's places in the UK I thought were remote, but this is just amazing... I've decided that sometimes I don't like to be too far from civilisation...



Conversation of the day was...

Noel: I wanna go pee
Lever: Well, we gotta wait to find somewhere, we'll stop there
Noel: I don't wanna stop somewhere
Lever: Well, then we'll have to stop nowhere and that won't be very cool, will it?

We stopped in Syracuse (first time in 25 years for me...) and then hit Rochester, New York... Lever met the Bumblefucks, watched a game of soccer, went out to the diner, delivered the best English tea & chocolate to the Bumblefucks, marvelled at lightning crackling in the sky up north, over Lake Ontario and hit a cheap hotel instead of being in Niagara as we'd originally planned... (Steve, Irena, we'll catch you next time, OK?) We got a cheap hotel complete with camp receptionist...

Camp Guy: So is that Mr. Bumblefuck or Mrs. Lever? Haha
Lever: Whatever!

It's easy to get carried away when life's this good...

USA Note #4: Soccer is remarkably like football
USA Note #5: The water level in American Standard toilets is so high you can't help but... ah, it doesn't matter.